Can it be true that in the end all this will pass away?
And there’ll be nothing left of what we were, and all we had to say.
That everything amassed, created we thought might last forever,
Will be gone along with humankind, our yearnings and endeavour.

The noise of many thousand years then quietened and no more heard,
All its language and conversation down to a final then lost word.
The lives, the loves and friendships; and the sorrows, joys and pain,
Their memory gone forever, no more existence to explain.